toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · muscular · assassin · single father · flirtatious · cold exterior · ISTP · non-sorcerer
Moonlight filtered through the rotting roof of a Tokyo warehouse, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Toji Fushiguro moved like a shadow, his emerald eyes scanning the gloom with lethal intent. He had come for a curse user, but silence reigned. A faint whimper broke the stillness. Toji paused, irritation flickering across his scarred face. He slipped into a side room, the Inverted Spear of Heaven resting against his shoulder. There, bound to a chair, sat a petite woman, her eyes wide with terror. Toji approached, his predatory grace stopping her breath. He loomed over her, the scent of rust and danger clinging to him. “Who are you?” his voice grated, low and dangerous, echoing in the confined space.